have you ever had those days
when you miss that feeling
of the blade touching your skin
and barely missing a vein?
the excitement you feel
when blood pours out
and the manic grin that
spreads across your face
as the pain subsides?'
i'll be honest,
it is what i have thought about
all day long.
i want the blood
and the pain and the
momental joy.
but, that is all it is.
the feeling flees the second
i am done, the high is gone
and all i am left with is
a ripped up wrist.
hopefully, love isn't the same way.
but, all great addictions usually are.
sorry.
i didnt cut, obviously.
but i cant lie, i miss it so much.
ive been so happy, i hate that this feeling, that this need is still there.